How to Destroy Angels

There are rumors that Trent Reznor, from Nine Inch Nails, is developing (or already has) a new musical project along with his wife Mariqueen Maandig, who bears a striking resemblance to the woman in the picture. The music clip below has all the characteristics of something Reznor would do. How to Destroy Angels is a project one must keep an eye on. It would be great if this project really turns out to be Reznor's doing.

The Third and the Seven

Videomaking is all in the way a camera captures that angle when all the surroundings are in perfect sync with the light, the colors, reflections and sometimes floating pieces of unreal beauty.

This short film represents the beauty of architecture through the eyes of Alex Roman. In the first moments of the video, you will not believe the photography skills this guy possess. Later, you will not believe what you are seeing.

Pure awesomeness.

If you found the latter video amazing along with the color, composition, DoF (depth of field), you will likely revel with this video depicting the compositional breakdown used in "The Third and the Seven" 

Vegetables are good for you

Piña pa la Niña

Pineapple is loved not only by a handful of people but throughout the entire globe. This acidic fruit is beloved as a cold treat in hot weather as well as an exotic ingredient in plenty of international cuisines.

The pineapple is a fruit native to hot weather, preferably the tropics where is grown as a crop, elsewhere is grown as an ornamental plant.

The pineapple is a compound fruit, meaning that the final "product" is the result of multiple fruits melded together and that is the reason of the external look of the fruit. Each tiny fruit composing the pineapple was a violet flower, which blooms only one day and then proceeds to grow into a fruit which then becomes part of a bunch of fruits melding together by growth into a composite one.

Earth Day 2010

I'd like to share a revelation that I've had during my time here. It came to me when I tried to classify your species. I realized that you're not actually mammals. Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment, but you humans do not. You move to an area, and you multiply, and multiply, until every natural resource is consumed. The only way you can survive is to spread to another area. There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern. A virus. Human beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet, you are a plague. --Smith

Humans

It's time we changed our way of living. It's time to realize that each and everyone of us are doing our part to kill our planet. We have the power to change this.

You must be the change you wish to see in the world -- Mahatma Ghandi

We must do our part, as little as it may be, it is change. We will not reap the fruits of our sacrifices, we may not live to see what our part did but our children will live in the world we are forging.

We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children. --Native American Proverb

  

One does not...

One does not simply fly into Europe. It's arrival gates are guarded by more than just orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. The great eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire, ash, and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand tourists could you do this. It is folly. --Your Dad

Persuaded

It’s been two weeks since this whole thing started.

It all started with a tanker accident. It was all over the news. Everyone thought it was just another oil spill. There were plenty of volunteers. Plenty of people wanting to help the poor defenseless animals. Plenty of victims. Within hours of the tanker accident, it started happening. The animals had gone crazy, they were scratching and biting the clean up volunteers. They said that it was an adverse effect to whatever was in that tanker.

Rescue workers were still trying to get the crew out of the ship. They could hear screaming inside. Screams to open the doors. But that’s when it all went to hell. As soon as they cut the door out.

There was six minutes of broadcast before it went silent. Six minutes of screaming and agony. The ship crew attacked the rescue workers like rabid baboons. Breaking bones and tearing flesh. The people on the shore weren’t fairing any better. Those that had been attacked by animals were attacking everyone else. It was worse than any war zone report, it was sheer brutality, and yet the broadcast still went on for six minutes. Six minutes and then blank faces. Nobody could explain what was happening. They tried to continue with regular news, the economy, the weather, a cute human interest story, but they couldn’t make us unsee what we saw.

I tried to continue with my regular existence but every time I switched on the news or walked by a news stand it was there. This big mystery. They had some explanations, some kind of infection, brain parasites, but it didn’t matter. It wasn’t an infection we were afraid of, it was them.

Four days after the initial report, a state of emergency was raised. And yet we’d all seen this before. Every zombie movie ever. People didn’t know who to trust. People were stockpiling food and weapons. Some tried to flee but it seems every zombie movie was right. They didn’t make it. Three days later they arrived in my town.

I expected moans, shuffling corpses, dismemberment, but that’s where the movies lied. They ran through the streets, screaming. I remember running to my front door as fast as I could, locking, barricading, doing anything to make sure it would stay shut, and then I headed for the window. I was on the second story and I could see the carnage. They were unstoppable. They were aware.

A group of them made their way through a building across the street. They jumped straight through plate glass windows. Even the shards slicing through them made no difference, they just kept coming. My barricade wasn’t going to hold. I rushed around my flat, grabbing supplies and jamming them into the most secure room of the flat. I went back for one last look across the street and I wish I hadn’t. In a second story window, my face met one of theirs. They knew where I was. I quickly dashed into the room and locked the door.

I don’t have any kind of panic room, or a secure basement, so the safest place I could think of was my bathroom. No windows, one door with a lock. I had filled my sink and bathtub full of water, so I could stay for a while. So I sat there in the dark room, with the distant screams in my ears.

I began to feel like I may have over-reacted, it had been two hours and no sign of them. It actually got quieter and I thought they had moved on. Maybe I could leave the room, get to the kitchen. Grab more food to wait it out. A crash came from the front door. The sound of someone running full force into the door and knocking down the barrier behind it. There was a couple more crashes before I knew they were inside. Rapid footsteps moving around the flat, a couple screams and then a bang on the wall beside me. My eyes were open to their widest, even in the pitch black darkness of the room. Another bang, and another. They knew I was there and they knew I was scared.

This was the zombie nightmare I had been expecting from the start. I had nowhere to run. There was only so much time before they would break in. I sat with my back to the door, hoping my extra weight would make it harder for them to get in. And then it got worse.

“Why don’t you open the door?”

A voice on the opposite side of the door. No screams or moans, just a quiet, whispery voice. And then more of them whispers.

“We’ve come for you.”

“You’ll be happier if you open the door.”

“It’s not so bad…”

The whispery voices, became a cacophony of noise trying to persuade me, to break me, to fool me. I had heard that the moaning of zombies would drive people insane but this was worse, a siren call. I sat in the darkness and hoped and prayed that they’d get bored. But they don’t get bored and they don’t leave. I managed to use the mirror to peak under the door, only to be greeted by horrible unblinking eyes, blood smeared faces, screams and more horrible whispers. That was two days ago…

I don’t know what to do anymore… maybe it won’t be so bad…

–
Credited to Chris Stewart

The Day Earth was Pixelated

PIXELS by PATRICK JEAN

Chuck Lorre Productions #158

I am continually susprised that someone could posit a supreme being, a timeless, primal source from which all thing emanate, every living creature and every inert piece of matter, every sub-atomic particle and every galaxy, and then insist that such ineffability could take sides, declaring that it takes one person, or group of persons, over another. But then again, I am continually surprised that someone could be fascinated by American Idol.

New Look 3.0

oD&N is finally sporting a new look. After more than two years of having the same layout, I have updated the look to a theme provided by My Green Corner and bloggerized by Falcon Hive. I have left for too long this corner on the Internet I took for granted.


This still is a useful tool for information sharing. I thought the previous template was already too immature so I hope you all will like the new v3.0 look.